Derek (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} surlier) wrote, |
"I am happy." It was one of the very few times after the loss of his pack that he was able to say that and have it be the truth. It wasn't Stiles' fault so much as inspired because of his mate. It wasn't surprising that Stiles wanted the same for him and he gave his mate a little nuzzle of appreciation.
"Mmm, I'm floaty now," he said with a little chuckle. "More relaxed though, less like I'm rolling in pleasure." It was still good though and still had him willingly pressing his whole body closer to Stiles. "Good. I'm glad to know we're on the same page." They'd gotten close in the months before his presentation and maybe, even if Stiles had never presented, hey might have ended up here anyway and Derek liked the thought of that.
"Pretty sure I can manage that for you," he said as he rolled over easily onto his back, greedy hands reaching out and settling on Stiles' waist, then sliding around to his back while Stiles settled into position.
"Wanna wake you up with a blowjob," a murmur as Derek tilted his head to the side, in an offer that he would never make again to anyone other than Stiles. It felt right to do this to his mate -"Yeah."
He inhaled as he felt the edge of Stiles' teeth, hands kneading a little at his sides, anticipatory. It didn't hurt -- there was pressure -- and then it was hot, and he was moaning, arching beneath Stiles, hips humping up mindlessly, his entire body drawing taut with pleasure at Stiles' claim. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby," he rambled, words turning into a shout as he clenched down on the plug still inside him and came, a few drops easing out of him.